My idea of 'heaven' has nothing to do with harps and wings... it's all about having perfect information. Any question you may have is readily answered.There's the important stuff -- who stole my lunch money in 3rd grade? When was my longest fart? Would Delores Stafford have fucked me if I'd asked? Is espy really as hot as I suspect he is? (that last one is for y'all... I already know the answer... )There's also the whimsical stuff -- who holds the record for having inspired the most masturbation spooge in history? Hell, I may even be responsible for a couple of quarts... there are some gay guys in the office. The jizz produced while dreaming of Beshine would probably fill at least a couple of olympic size swimming pools, and that's just from those in attendance here. I wonder what timeless hottie holds the record, though.... Sometimes I just can't wait to die!